The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin paused as he combed through Bella's hair, looking toward the phone screen.

"Bella, do you recognize the number?"

"No."

"Should we answer it then?" Justin asked, brows furrowing.

Typically, Bella never answered calls from unknown numbers, and it was rare for her to receive them.

However, her heart throbbed with a sense of anticipation this time. She felt like ignoring this call might mean missing out on something crucial. "Hello," Bella answered, her voice gentle.

"H-Hello."

On the other end of the phone, a timid, soft, and gentle voice of a young woman emerged, sounding slightly similar to that of her younger sister. Bella and Justin exchanged glances. Then, she quickly put the phone on speaker and began recording. "May I ask who is calling?"

"Is this Ms. Bella Thompson?" The girl asked softly.

this is Bella

"I... I'm Rachel Mead."

pounded like a drum, her fingertips trembling and her

Then he took her delicate hand and placed it over his chest, reassuring

voice was warm and friendly, deliberately avoiding formal titles to create a closer connection. "I've been waiting for your call every day,

meet and speak with Rachel before this. Otherwise, why would she say

for my call

frail, "Ms. Thompson,

yours, but the decision to wait is mine," Bella responded with a determined gaze, each word saturated with resolve. There followed a long silence on the other

patience to the caller.

often admired how

et

ine

and endure hardships to achieve her goals. She never let her privileged background make her

only for Bella. With others, he lacked the

called to

ready to testify as

words trembling as if forced through gritted teeth, each filled with profound

eyelashes fluttered intensely, his heart